At the shattering midpoint of the new indie drama Silver Haze, our resilient heroine Franky, played by Vicky Knight, follows her girlfriend into a graveyard in Southend, Essex. There, in a long, wrenching, tear-stained monologue, Franky recalls the event that changed everything, when she was just eight years old. She and her four young cousins were asleep in a flat when a fire broke out in the London pub below. Two of the cousins died and so did the man who bravely saved her life. And she was left with 33 per cent burns all over her body, followed by ten years of painful surgery, social exclusion and conspicuous disfigurement.
If the scene seems especially emotionally charged and searingly authentic, it’s because every detail in
